The young man, fresh out of the mountain, suddenly became the Sect's only remaining heir.
This kid seemed to have grown up all of a sudden.
It wasn't the silent, pretentious brat from before, but genuinely much more mature.
Sometimes, he talked to himself.
"My Aptitude is dull, and my Cultivation progresses slowly. Going would only be a burden, adding trouble for my Master and Senior Martial Uncle."
"Staying to guard the Sect is perfectly normal."
"Master and Sect Leader only gave me this one task; I must do it well, no matter what."
However, he didn't stay at the mountain gate for too long.
He didn't know when it started, but the worried expression between Bai Tao's brows grew increasingly deep.
News of Sword Cultivator mountain gates and Daoist temples being destroyed became more frequent... Many small Sects, also Sword Cultivators, were slaughtered overnight.
There were even many mountain gates whose very existence was erased.
